Man, Dylan loses out to shaved balls in a big way. Maybe he should spend a little time on Mr. Bojangles.
Maybe this will help his thread get the love and attention it deserves: Dylan has a special place in my heart because I lost my virginity whilst "Visions of Johanna" was playing. What were your songs?
(Can that compete with shaved balls?)
Huh, I didn't have music. (I'm pretty sure there was someone else there, however.)
I was in the field house over the football field at Appalachian State University (summer camp, yo), so there was no musical accompaniment, just awkward, awkward silence.
The current Dylan exhibit at EMP focuses a little too implausibly on Dylan, personally, as a moving figure in the Civil Rights movement. I gather this is a little more about the music, less about the mythopolitics?
At least Part 1, which is all I've watched so far, had plenty of music to keep me interested. I don't think it's possible to do a Dylan film without some mythmaking, but I didn't find it intrusive.
Not sure which song, but it was the Mazzy Star album So Tonight That I Might See. Lame.
Is that the one with "Fade Into You"?
A medley of their hit.
Something by the Scorpions, I'm sorry to say.
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers?
You like Dido and can quote the Scorpions? I'm leaning toward "consortium" again.
The Dido line was mostly a joke.
And didn't everyone have listen to "Winds of Change" a jibbity-billion times on the radio?
Well, you've heard of Dido. I hadn't. And you did claim that the number of great albums Sarah McL. had in her was >0.
A function of age, that. Yours and mine are probably close.
20 to 18. And 19 clearly suggests Weiner has not met his RDA of depressive chick rock. How are you on the Indigo Girls, Weiner?
Of Sarah M., I spoke the true.
"No One Like You" is the one seared into my circuits. I think that makes me old.
I think that makes me old.
I'm thinking you're 35.
Silence, excepting the sounds of drunken fumbling.
Good times.
I like Bjork.... And Damon and Naomi, especially when Naomi's singing....
But this reminds me: Is "Nine Objects of Desire" anywhere near as good as 99.9F degrees? Stipulate for the moment that I really like that but never listen to the first two albums any more.
I think that makes me old.
Not so much old, just lame.
He's 35 and inquiring after my consortium.
What's the age of consent for a consortium?
Still 34. But good guessing. So are you younger?
Apostropher, you are a vinegar barbecue-eating blackguard. I bear no responsiblity for any Scorpions songs that were played on Pittsburgh radio in the mid-80s.
28: I just got pwned, didn't I? D'oh!
Actually, a tiny bit older. But evidently, listened to small-town bad radio for longer.
Yah, I pretty much gave up on the radio when I went to cawlidj.
Re 22, I think I'm going to start a movement to alter translations of Frege so it's Teh True and Teh False.
Matt—it would be pwnage if your age and my age had anything to do with impropriety, but in most jurisdictions they don't, so it isn't. I just wanted to double (or possibly sesqui) my entendre, and mentioning your age, though it suggested Teh False, helped to do that.
34: Sorry, she's far too depressing.
Danger! Imminent meltdown!
This, my friend, is depressing chick-rock.
I should start a blog where I do nothing but explain jokes. People could read it to cause themselves real, physical pain.
No, no, joke explanations are good. Just ask w-lfs-n.
And Weiner: well, yes. At some point I figured out I could be depressed all by my lonesome and didn't need Lilith Fair and its progeny to encourage me. Does this fall under the heading of the alleged evil that white women do?
Gawd, that reminds me, I was once pretty much tipped into a couple-months funk by hearing a Gillian Welch album in a Borders. (Though if it wasn't that it would've been something else--GW was not the only white woman contributing to this.) And, when the post office busted up a bunch of my CDs during a move, I was sort of relieved about the Lucinda Williams, because that album just makes me want to lie on the floor the rest of the day. Damon and Naomi produces more of a pleasant mope.
It would be pretty funny if someone lost his or her virginity while "Read About Love" was playing.
"Acrobat's Heart" is art song but "I'm the One" and "X-Dreams" are definitely rock.
Secretly I barely know anything about Annette Peacock.
Except, you know, the Gary Peacock connection means an ECM connection, and an ECM connection means "not rock".
w-lfs-n is a poser, na-na-na-na-na....
I actually saw Annete Peacock play live once. And I own one of her CDs. Plus the Bruford album she sang on.
Do these facts increase or diminish my street cred?
I'll bet mispelling "Annette" decreases it.
Oh, I've heard parts of the Bruford album. I like Bill Bruford, but I think owning a Bruford album (as opposed to Red or an Earthworks album, say) diminishes your street cred.
Live, oh yes; CD, sure, but I'll raise you 2 LPs; Bruford, um, what w-lfs-n said. (Never heard it but it sounds uncool.)
Weiner is a poser.
Bruford, at least on the first album, was Bill Bruford, Dave Stewart (of Canterbury fame (Hatfield & the North, National Health, Egg, etc), not the other one), Allan Holdsworth, and Jeff Berlin, playing Canterbury-esque fusion. Actually the ones that Peacock sung on are the ones I like the least. And Jeff Berlin's bass sound is really annoying.
Then Holdsworth left and I don't know who replaced him.
John Clark replaced Holdsworth for "Gradually Going Tornado."
So if I own all the Bruford albums, and Red, and several Earthworks albums, does that make it a wash and leave me with neutral street cred?
Weiner is a poser.
Bruford, at least on the first album, was Bill Bruford, Dave Stewart (of Canterbury fame (Hatfield & the North, National Health, Egg, etc), not the other one), Allan Holdsworth, and Jeff Berlin, playing Canterbury-esque fusion. Actually the ones that Peacock sung on are the ones I like the least. And Jeff Berlin's bass sound is really annoying.
Signor Pot, I'd like to introduce you to Monsieur Kettle.
I own Red. I keep my street cred in a small, airtight container.